Your pineapple tries to eat my warped speed because monkeys have warped faces from laughing at your ugly plant-like tyrannosaurus rex with miniaturized teeth that hookers try licking because it makes transexual cats cringe enormously before digesting dogs who like to run on napalm, almonds, and flying super-sighted samurai's katanas when the terrorists spin into underground gerbils that bite your president and agnostic, hermaphroditic, necrophiliac wolf that jumps over radioactive, confused fish, unlike his brother who is smoldering hot from stroking his dog really roughly with a toilet brush made from lubricated bottles of liquidated carrots and unbelievably dry skin made me want a drink after watching your show of extremely provocative and hedonistic

Seven melons will fall from the sky, and prophesy unto the heathens, who will proclaim: "HOLY SHIT! Talking melons!"